Diana made the observation that when it comes to being sick, Simon and I go big. We're not really people who get colds. I managed to get through the holidays, January and February without getting sick, then bam, March it hits me. We were worried that Simon would get it and ruin his birthday, but it held off. Unfortunately, it caught up with him starting last night, and today he missed an epic birthday party for a neighbor friend.
I have to say, though, that seeing him immobilized and on his back is completely heartbreaking. He has his little streaks of enthusiasm while watching a movie or something, but he's so lethargic. I feel so bad for him. There aren't many things as hard about being a parent as not being able to help.
I have friends with children that have chronic disease and illness, and I don't know how they do it. I mean, I assume they roll with it, since they have no choice, but the toll it has to take has to be rough.